The clock struck midnight, and the workers began to head back home. It had been a long night, plowing away at the mountainside. The railroad had to be put down in a matter of weeks, and they weren't even halfway through the mountain yet.
However, one worker stayed out past curphew. He was digging away at the mountain's edge, determined to get through to the other side.
This is the moment, Asia thought. The moment I have been waiting for, for 100 years.
Suddenly, the worker's pick hit the rocky mountain with an icy ping.
All at once, there was an eerie blue glow, then a small explosion, knocking the worker to the ground.
The worker recovered from the fall, and looked back at the mountain, holding a lamp closer to see what he had hit.
Had he been hallucinating from a hard days work and lack of sleep? He couldn't have been seeing what he thought he saw. It was only a myth.
The worker squinted his eyes, straining to make out the object approaching him. The tiny glow of his gas-lit lamp only gave him a 3 foot circumference of visibility.
Asia strutted her stiff gait up to the worker. Her icy blue eyes stared straight through his. The deep blue streaks running through her natty jet black hair shone in the moonlight.
The myths were true after all. They had not been a mere fairytale used to scare children away from getting hurt playing on the mountain.
Asia's eyes pierced through the fearful worker's. The worker's jaw dropped in awe, his throat too choked up to make even a peep. Asia's hand lit up a translucent blue. The worker shouted, "hel- help!" and then silence.
His eyes told his story. His fear, his shock, his pain, frozen behind an icy barrier. The only item left in his memorial is the dim, yellow lamp dropped in front of his lifeless body, emitting a foggy glow reflecting off the ice which trapped the worker.
"Thank you for releasing me, mortal" Asia sneered.
She looked up to the peak of the mountain and spoke: "I'm coming back to you. Together, we will rule this world through ice."
Quad:
Everything wasn't always like this. Being forever trapped in this icy darkness. Nobody deserves to live like this. Nobody. Only few get chosen to live like this. One in a million get chosen, that is. You would have to wander into the wrong place, at exactly the wrong time. How i became like this; do you really want to know?
Asia shivered. The winds were now picking up; tiny flecks of snow began flying. Her hooves ached, her thin, black fur clung to each frozen droplet, and her belly grumbled. This wasn't the place to be. Not now.
It's everyone for themselves out here. Nobody to look over you, nobody but yourself to look out for.